Laughing too much. My stomach hurts and I'm wondering if I "laugh weird." You know you have been laughing too much when such thoughts cross your mind.

The next couple of posts will likely be photo heavy and text weak as I promised to bring you along on the adventure but I don't want to be on the computer.

We interrupt this long run of photos to give you a line of copy.

There, better?

Tomorrow? A hot stone massage and going to the bazaar . . .

Bisous, E

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